Hello and welcome to mini episode 33 of

Real Life Go Stories. How you do? I've got three spooky tales for you today.

Excellent. Story number one comes from Elizabeth. When I was in college my parents became

house managers for a group home. The house was an older home and as much of the story depends

on the layout of the house I'll take a brief moment to describe it. From the front door you entered

into the living room. A wide, arched doorway led to the dining room, then another open doorway led

to a small office room. And one final open doorway led to the kitchen. From the kitchen there was

a door that led to a newer built part of the house where my parents and my little sister had their

own space. The first room was my sister's bedroom. Then there was a little hallway where the bathroom

and the hallway ended at my parents bedroom. If both of those back doors were open you could sit on

the couch in the living room and see straight my parents room at the other end of the house.

The clients bedrooms were on the right side of the house and do not factor into the story.

I don't know when things started to happen. I think it subtly began with little experiences.

There would be items that went missing or were moved. In the front of the house that wasn't a big deal

because it could have been the clients. But items in the back apartment moving or going missing

was troubling because the clients didn't go back there. It was odd.

My mom and sister would usually come home from work or school and go back to my parents room where

there was a sitting area to watch TV. My dad would usually come home from picking up the clients

and hang out in the living room so he could be available to them. So it wasn't unusual for my dad

to come home and not pop in directly to say hello. One day my mom heard someone opening drawers

in the kitchen and called out for my dad to come and talk to her. When he didn't come she went to

find him and saw that no one was home. And this happened many times.

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